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Nicole Wilson

Commuter Poem

Passengers hover and crowd the aisles like Mardi Gras beads bled of color.

Everybody had better have allergies instead of colds.

Sometimes I take the other train home (it’s elevated!) so I can lose

the sheened rows of buildings, complacent statures with their heads clean off.